RainSong
Well-Known Member
Alright. Before we moved back to Oregon from Ohio, my mother kept mentioning how, if we returned, we'd have someone to watch Nathan sometimes.
Yea, I know, we live with her and stuff. It's not the same as living down the street and calling her up and saying "Hey, can you watch Boo?" sometimes. But you know, even if that's how it was.... I wouldn't have her watch him unless we had to.
I don't mind that she can't pick him up. He's heavy, I accept that. Not a problem.
What I do mind is her wandering off into the garage to have a smoke and read her book when she is the only one in the same area as Nathan- thus removing her from 98% of site range, and most of the hearing range. She does this and will stay out there for 15 minutes or more at a time... while Nathan eats, or is loose. Now, she knows full well he goes out the doggy door. She also knows full well he adores the pond that is deeper then he is tall. She's said "We're going to have to fence that." and "We're going to fence the pond." ... but guess what is still not fenced? And then there are the other assembled bits and pieces scattered around back there. HUGE yard. Several vehicles, a shed (which he could easily get into) full of this that and another, tools of various sorts, wood, glass, etc... and the uh, "end results" of two dogs.
And she wonders why I don't just let him run back there? How -hard- is it to put the toddler fence up to block him from going out for the time she's not in the living room? Or to wait till he's done eating before she goes out and lights up?
Yea, I am not perfect. I take showers in the morning with him loose and no one to watch... and the gate up so he can't get to the doggy door. Don't do it while he's eating- I refuse to, unless someone else is with him.
Am I just overly paranoid or something? I go get in the shower after telling her "Hey, I'm gonna go grab a shower" (how clear is it that I am -not- going to be able to watch him, due to this?), and I come out and he's all alone in the living room. Meanwhile in the shower I'm almost giving myself a panic attack at the end, thinking of him getting into that darnable pond...
Before anyone asks, I rarely shower in the morning anymore. Nine times out of ten, I wait till he's in the crib for his nap. She's never asked to watch him anymore, partly because she doesn't stay in the room (And can be exceptionally deaf while reading, which she often does while smoking), and partly because even asking her to watch him for fifteen minutes... we get this passive aggressive "I guess" which we all know means "I don't want to, but since I have to to make you people happy, I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"
Yep. Apparently watching Nathan is akin to removing one's own arm with a dull spoon to the people in this household.
It's just another thing- I'm not doing well in the head I'll admit, but this and the sense of not being able to do anything right or do enough (Yes! I'm the only one who does some of the cleaning (and most the cooking anymore)... but it's NOT ENOUGH! I am a lazy bum!), is just getting to be too much.
We're stuck, too, until at least February- That's when Dave's contract is over and he gets to try to find a different/better job that has him home more. Come Christmas, we get to cram my sister, her husband, her three kids (11, 9, & 1 year) in here for probably a week or maybe even two. That's along with me, my brother, my mother, my step-dad, Nathan, Dave (for a week), and the two not at all tiny dogs (the 3 cats aren't a problem...).
I'm already pretty stressed, too. It's gonna be lovely. o.o
I swear, I need a vacation... even if it -IS- one with Boo!
Yea, I know, we live with her and stuff. It's not the same as living down the street and calling her up and saying "Hey, can you watch Boo?" sometimes. But you know, even if that's how it was.... I wouldn't have her watch him unless we had to.
I don't mind that she can't pick him up. He's heavy, I accept that. Not a problem.
What I do mind is her wandering off into the garage to have a smoke and read her book when she is the only one in the same area as Nathan- thus removing her from 98% of site range, and most of the hearing range. She does this and will stay out there for 15 minutes or more at a time... while Nathan eats, or is loose. Now, she knows full well he goes out the doggy door. She also knows full well he adores the pond that is deeper then he is tall. She's said "We're going to have to fence that." and "We're going to fence the pond." ... but guess what is still not fenced? And then there are the other assembled bits and pieces scattered around back there. HUGE yard. Several vehicles, a shed (which he could easily get into) full of this that and another, tools of various sorts, wood, glass, etc... and the uh, "end results" of two dogs.
And she wonders why I don't just let him run back there? How -hard- is it to put the toddler fence up to block him from going out for the time she's not in the living room? Or to wait till he's done eating before she goes out and lights up?
Yea, I am not perfect. I take showers in the morning with him loose and no one to watch... and the gate up so he can't get to the doggy door. Don't do it while he's eating- I refuse to, unless someone else is with him.
Am I just overly paranoid or something? I go get in the shower after telling her "Hey, I'm gonna go grab a shower" (how clear is it that I am -not- going to be able to watch him, due to this?), and I come out and he's all alone in the living room. Meanwhile in the shower I'm almost giving myself a panic attack at the end, thinking of him getting into that darnable pond...
Before anyone asks, I rarely shower in the morning anymore. Nine times out of ten, I wait till he's in the crib for his nap. She's never asked to watch him anymore, partly because she doesn't stay in the room (And can be exceptionally deaf while reading, which she often does while smoking), and partly because even asking her to watch him for fifteen minutes... we get this passive aggressive "I guess" which we all know means "I don't want to, but since I have to to make you people happy, I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"
Yep. Apparently watching Nathan is akin to removing one's own arm with a dull spoon to the people in this household.
It's just another thing- I'm not doing well in the head I'll admit, but this and the sense of not being able to do anything right or do enough (Yes! I'm the only one who does some of the cleaning (and most the cooking anymore)... but it's NOT ENOUGH! I am a lazy bum!), is just getting to be too much.
We're stuck, too, until at least February- That's when Dave's contract is over and he gets to try to find a different/better job that has him home more. Come Christmas, we get to cram my sister, her husband, her three kids (11, 9, & 1 year) in here for probably a week or maybe even two. That's along with me, my brother, my mother, my step-dad, Nathan, Dave (for a week), and the two not at all tiny dogs (the 3 cats aren't a problem...).
I'm already pretty stressed, too. It's gonna be lovely. o.o
I swear, I need a vacation... even if it -IS- one with Boo!